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AN OLD SONG. The almond blossom is overpast, the apple blossoms blow. I never loved but one man, and I never told him so. My flowers will never come to fruit, but I have kept my pride, A little, cold, and lonely thing, and I have naught beside. The spring wind caught my flowering dreams, they lightly blew away — I never had but one true love, and he died yesterday. DOROTHEA MACKELLAR. AN OLD SONG. (1924, November 15). The Register (Adelaide, SA : 1901 - 1929), p. 5. Retrieved from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news- article64051476 AN IDLER. There's many a sadder epitaph Than "She was ready to thrill or laugh, For she kept the windows of her soul Open to every wind of mirth And splendour that blows around the earth. Little she did, but here and there Of love she took and gave her share, And she kept her friendships, in good repair. * ** *** **** "Was she not lucky, on he whole? — Dorothea Mackellar, in The Australian Woman's Mirror. AN IDLER. (1924, December 16). The Register (Adelaide, SA : 1901 - 1929), p. 4. Retrieved March from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news- article64054396 PEACEFUL VOICES. I fortunate, I knew a refuge When the strained spirit tires Of town's metallic symphony Of wheels and horns and wires: Where through the golden empty stillness Cool flowing voices speak, The alto of the waterfall, The treble of the creek. From far, beyond the headland's shoulder, South-easters bring to me Reminder of earth's wandering, The strong voice of the sea. I happy, in a leafy fortress Listen to hidden birds And small waves of a hidden tide Mingling their lovely words. -DOROTHEA MACKELLAR. PEACEFUL VOICES. (1926, February 6). The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), p. 11. Retrieved from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article16265351 A TASMANIAN ROAD. Though curfew now has sounded for the butterflies and bees All the fires of autumn are burning in the trees Grey and cold as steel the sky, yet to left and right Stand walls of polished hawthorn burning bright, burning blight Sunset: balsam colours in a brittle crystal sky; Through the dusk the owls hunt past, hooting as they fly, Small and cold and lonely, like forgotten bells Streaming down tho wind comes all the tangled orchard smells, Woodsmoke earth, and apple-sweet; now the stars burn white Hurry home to blazing logs this frosty night! -DOROTHEA MACKELLAR, A TASMANIAN ROAD. (1926, March 20). The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), p. 13. Retrieved from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article16264109 AN APPEAL. If all who know what suffering is-- Keen pain of body, wounded mind— Gave even one small gift to this, And all whom Malady's black wing Has never brushed, gave thank-offering, Money were not so hard to find. DOROTHEA MACKELLAR AN APPEAL. (1926, April 30). The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), p. 10. Retrieved from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news- article16289340 FOR THE CHILDREN. ------------- BARGAIN. What do you think the Kindly Folk, the fairies, gave to me? A bird-delighting fountain And an almond-tree, A trembling silver tinkle of creek, a little house of stone, And a clean and leafy woodland Wherein to walk alone. What was the price the Good Folk asked? Never their gifts are sold. I would not chaffer with them For the fairy gold. I freely gave a promise instead, that pleased the fairies well, But what It was, for Paradise, Orchid-valleys, and trees of spice I will not tell. DOROTHEA MACKELLAR. FOR THE CHILDREN. BARGAIN. (1926, May 15). The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), p. 11. Retrieved from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article16292243 LATE AFTERNOON. FROM MACQUARIE STREET. Earth turns her shoulder away from the sun And its level rays so shine That the stones of the city are soaked in light, It colours them like wine. Government House among gilded trees Glows like a fairy thing, One gold cloud lingers over it And sleeps upon the wing. —DOROTHEA MACKELLAR. LATE AFTERNOON. (1927, February 5). The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), p. 13. Retrieved from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article16352487 THIS AUSTRALIA OF OURS. "An opal-hearted country A wilful, lavish land Ah ! you who have not loved her, Will not understand.''- Dorothea- Mackellar. THIS AUSTRALIA OF OURS. (1931, December 22). The Horsham Times (Vic. : 1882 - 1954), p. 5. Retrieved from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article72655379 DOROTHEA MACKELLAR. Dorothea Mackellar is one of Australia's charming women singers, her verse being vivid and descriptive. Her poem, "My Country." is known, or ought to be known, by every Australian schoolboy, but that is but one of her many gems. Angus and Robertson Ltd. have just published another volume of selected veres entitled "Fancy Dress and Other Verse," containing about sixty of her more recent poems. All are not of the same high standard as some of her earlier verse, but there is not a poem in the book that any lover of poetry would say could have been omitted from a Dorothea Mackellar collection. DOROTHEA MACKELLAR. (1927, January 29). The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 - 1939), p. 8. Retrieved from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article25293193 WELCOME HOME PARTY. Miss Dorothea Mackellar, who recently re-turned from a tour abroad, was the guest of honour at a tea given by Miss Janet Stephen at her studio, in the T. and G Building yesterday. Miss Mackellar gave a short talk on her travels in Norway. Miss Thea Proctor was another speaker. Her address which wasthe first of a series, was on "Interior Decoration." Among the guests were Mrs. John Bavin, Miss Ruth Bedford, Mrs. Allworth, Miss E. M. Chisholm, Miss Beulah Bolton, Mrs. A. duBoise, Miss Patricia Baird, Mrs. Gordon Welsh. Miss Roslyn Welsh, Miss Margaret Gillespie, Lady Stephen, Misses Margot Read, M. Chisholm, Peggy Morgan, Joy Manning, NancyWhite, Margaret Holt, and Peggy Dixon. WELCOME HOME PARTY. (1930, March 4). The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), p. 4. Retrieved from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article16630291 SAND PLAIN FLOWERS. A Spring Idyll of the Far West. (BY "SPINDRIFT.") "Spring has come to the Plains." öprmt, im (Dorothea Mackellar.) Spring has again come, to clothe with beauty many plains-but to none with more, if as much, as to the sand plains of Western Aus-tralia. Barren, grey, and desolate from mid-summer through the long autumn and winter- towards end of July "bright flowers are star-ring the ground," and the plains are trans-formed as if by a magic touch-one can trulysay of them that the "desert blossoms like the rose." Providence for The flowers ni) hine nnrt uolricn Stars that in earth s ílrmiment do shine Saturday 19th of September, 1931 TWO SWOON INSYDNEYBEAUTY SALONSYDNEY, Thursday. In a city beauty salon today the proprietress and a client were found unconscious. At first it was thought that they were suffering from gas poisoning, but later it was concluded that their collapse had been caused by ill-health. The women were Mrs. Madeline Elliott, of Darlinghurst, proprietress of the salon, and Miss Dorothea Mackellar, poetess, of Darling Point. It is believed that while Mrs. Elliott was treating Miss Mackellar she swooned and fell unconscious on the floor, and that the shock of her sudden collapse affected Miss Mackellar so badly that she also swooned. TWO SWOON IN SYDNEY BEAUTY SALON. (1939, July 14).Examiner (Launceston, Tas. : 1900 - 1954), p. 7 Edition: LATEST NEWS EDITION and DAILY. Retrieved from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news- article52319070 Also in every other newspaper; Dorothea falls over, whole of Australia gasps. Pdf illustration: POETESS IN HER SYDNEY GARDEN. (1936, August 13).The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), p. 17. Retrieved from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article17260179 Starry STARRY WATERS. (1925, June 27). The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), p. 11. Retrieved from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news- article16226841 Letters: LETTERS TO THE EDITOR I - LAMBERT EXHIBITION. TO THE EDITOR OF THE HERALD. ' Sir,-If the general public remembered that the Lambert exhibition, at present In the Education Department's gallery, will close on the 12th. of this month, those people who have realised It would not be strolling from one masterly work to another in such un jostled comfort. This loan exhibition Is of absorbing interest, containing, as it does, so much of Lambert's recent and best work, which has never been assembled before, and, since a great deal of it is from private collections, will never be seen In this way again. It is interesting, too, to contrast it with the excellent exhibition lately held in Horderns' art gallery. Here the exhibits are almost entirely different, and the effect of them is concentrated. The whole gives a deep impression of power, versatility, and an energy that is never slip- shod in its swiftness. It is no wonder that not one of these loan pictures is for sale. i am, etc., DOROTHEA MACKELLAR. Pittwater, Dec. 6. LETTERS TO THE EDITOR. (1930, December 10). The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), p. 8. Retrieved from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article16737363 SECRET BALLOT Sir,-I read with great interest Mr. J. P. Ormonde's article last Thursday, but his last three paragraphs, opposing the secret ballot, puzzle me, especially the statement that the secret ballot "robs the leadership of the power of initiative." Unless leadership has become flabby, it necessarily retains the initiative. Possibly Mr. Ormonde, by a lapse of memory, has confused "initiative" with "absolute power." "Initiative," according to the Universal English Dictionary, ed.